Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Namibia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Thompson Twins to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
The Count Five,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soulsonic Force,
Erykah Badu,
Hoover,
Fluxion,
The Names,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gong,
Von Mondo,
Radio Birdman,
Rod Modell,
Ossler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wally Richardson,
Q and Not U,
Television,
Rhythm & Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sixth Finger,
Lower 48,
the Association,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Lydon,
R.M.O.,
Godley & Creme,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yusef Lateef,
Stiv Bators,
Simply Red,
The Fuzztones,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Wake,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Delon & Dalcan,
Index,
Khruangbin,
Absolute Body Control,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soft Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Procol Harum,
Tim Buckley,
Boredoms,
Scott Walker,
Tres Demented,
Gabor Szabo,
Magma,
Flash Fearless,
Ronnie Foster,
The Associates,
Alphaville,
Peter and Kerry,
Unwound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Duran Duran,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.